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11:00 PM.
We are on the way home from downtown. Although we have been through a whole day w out in the gym, nobody feels tired but turned on. Even the air- is operating, sweat keeps p down my body. Recalling those hunky bodies that almost burst the tank tops, I feel my dick filled. What’s even worse, the smell of Felix is so intoxig that I guess if there are police doing the sobriety test, I might fail the breath test a a huge fine for drunk driving.
Taking a glimpse at Felix in the shotgun, I find his hands sliding through his crotsciously. I think he is thinking about the same thing, too. I stretch my right hand, rubbing his hairy hypo-gastric region.
“Hmm….” He groans from the depth of his throat.
Felix grabs my hand downwards, leadio touch the bulge in the snug jeans. I feel his ere. As I rub it slowly with my palm, it grows bigger and bigger. I unzip the jeans and pull down his ADDI jockstrap. A 7-inche gigantic pops up. Not leaving him time to react, I immediately begin stroking the tip of his dick with my index finger.
“Fuck!” He cries out.
Some viscous semitransparent liquid soaks my fingers.
All of a sudden, Felix removes my right hand, pulling down my work pants just to find that the beh is flooding. What he does really surprises me. He leans forward, down to my drippiion and begins to suck it hard as if he is about to drink all my pre-ejaculation.
“Jesus Christ!” I shout. If I were not driving, I would push and pull his head up and down hard with both of my hands.
When Felix’s to my balls, I totally lose my self-trol. I ever turn down anything I desire. I hit the pedal to the metal, driving at the highest speed to the beh of Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge.
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